There's a rumour goin' round this town
That I might not survive
A man can only take so much of this
And I might be buried alive
There may be no explanation
It must be person's unknown
It really doesn't matter who they hurt
Somehow they can take that on their own
Maybe it's just what it appears to be
People talkin' 'bout you and me
Could it be that they're the jealous kind
And spreading rumours gives them peace of mind
Why don't they put it on the radio
Why don't they give it to the news
Let True Confessions put in the rag
Because it can't be true
There may be no foundation
Who cares if right is right
Well it seems that their only obligation
Is to their own delight